Dungeon--Ch. 13Willow woke up slowly and groaned, feeling as if her head would split in half. Her eyes opened to find herself in a dark room, almost pitch black. She was leaning against a stone wall that was cold enough to make her shiver.She moved away from the stone. The moment she moved, a sharp creak of a rusty door reverberated throughout the room, light flooding in to reveal her surroundings dimly.Willow found that she seemed to be in a dungeon of sorts. The small square room was built with large and small stones, water weeping between the cracks. Her gaze skimmed down to the slimy cement floor and she grimaced. Then something else caught her eye.There were bleached bones in every corner of the room. She let out a silent scream and moved into the light that was shining onto the middle of the floor, shivering.Shes awake, sire. A voice that was faintly familiar with its lisping accent sounded through the room. Willow looked up and her eyes narrowed at the square of bright li
JealousI watch you,As he spends time,To talk to you,And hug you.I watch you,As he spends time,To joke with you,To laugh with you.I don't get to see him,As much as you do.I try to get close to him,But when I'm gone,That connection loses,It's power.I don't get anywhere with him.I don't get anywhere with you.I stand on the sidelines,And watch.He comes to visit me there sometimes,But it's not enough.When I'm gone,You bond gets stronger.When I'm gone,My bond weakens,Gets nowhere, nowhere,In the end.I feel invisible,Even when I'm there.I watch you,As he spends time,With you.Why do I feel so,Jealous?
UselessLunchtime,I sit with her,But I stay silent.She talks,With her other friends.I open my mouth,And say her name.She turns to me,With a smile.I start to say,What I've been planning,Wanting,To tell her all day.A few words in,One of her other friends,Says her name,Catches her attention.She turns away.My mouth shuts,And I know that thoseFew words,Are the only ones,She will hear from me,All day.Why, Do you not let me,Say what I wish,Want,To say?I feel,So useless.Classtime,We're working on,A major project.The whole class,Is working,All but for,Me.I stand there,At a loss,Of what to do.He comes up to me.Glares."Why are you,Not working?"I would,I wish to tell him,But I don't knowWhat to do.I need the instruction,To work.These words,Also,Will never be said."Get off your ass,And get to work."He says it,With such inflection,I wish I couldGo off and hide,Go off to cry.Why,Do you not let me,Say what I wish,Want,To say?I feel